The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 88

Stepping out of the elevator onto the bustling floor of my firm, a rush of

excitement and nerves surged through me. The exclusive interview was just a few hours away.

I’d done all I could to prepare. Penny had ultimately become Timothy and I’s coaches, constructing a hypothetical script for us that we were tasked to memorize and practice. I’d been practicing since last night, not wanting anything to catch me off guard.

Penny and Aria told me what clothes would make me look soft and friendly in the eyes of the public, hopefully miles away from the mistress persona constructed by the media.

I felt much better overall. With my eyebrows plucked and my face and hair done up, I felt like I was giving off a cleaner aura.

As I walked towards my desk, the low hum of conversations and the clacking of keyboards filled the air. Curious eyes followed me all the way down the walkway. Brief whispers carried my name with them.

Amidst the sea of colleagues, I caught sight of Jasper, his scowl unmistakable even from a distance. I couldn’t help but smirk internally at his slid off the surface of his desk and tossed his pen to the

side. He had yet to shred the bitterness from our last trial and he made every workday a pain to get through.

He strolled over, kicking a balled–up piece of paper to the side as he walked. I. averted

my eyes and opened my laptop, determined to not let him ruin my mood.

“Ah, Evie, the star of the hour!” he sneered.

I sighed inwardly, bracing myself for whatever Jasper had cooked up this time. “What can I do for you, Jasper?”

He chuckled condescendingly. “Oh, nothing, really. Congratulations on the interview!”

“Thank you, Jasper,” I replied with a polite smile, my voice steady. There was no use in letting his negativity get under my skin, not when hope was on the horizon.

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He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Must be nice to have connections that pull strings for you.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Jasper’s jealousy was as transparent as ever. “As F told you before, I believe in earning my accomplishments through hard work. Not my fault you can’t keep up.”

His smirk turned into a scowl. “Sure, sure. Some people just have a knack for that sort of thing.”

my cool. “You’re not going to put my efforts into

casually, his smirk never leaving his lips. “Well, let’s be honest, Evie. You’re the talk of the town right now, but how

clenched my jaw, feeling a surge of anger but also a determination to not let hist words affect me. I had worked hard for this moment, and I wasn’t about to let Jasper’s bitterness diminish it. “Funny how you seem to be keeping track of my rise. and fall, Jasper. But unlike you, I’ve actually become

gleamed with something that resembled envy. “Enjoy your little victory dance, Evie. But just remember, you

shoulders. “You don’t know anything about

eyes dancing with mischief. “I know enough to know that I

he turned and walked away. I shook my head. I had grown tired of his attempts to belittle me, to remind

now.

tasks at

evening sun cast a warm, golden glow as I entered my apartment. The interview was just two hours away now, and every fiber of

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alert.

pulled open my closet door and pulled out the dress and shoes that Penny and I had decided on. It

on, I moved to the mirror, studying my reflection. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I had earned my place in this moment. After all, this interview was my chance to let the public know

came the hair and makeup. I opted for a classic updo, wanting to exude an air of sophistication. As I applied makeup, I tried to channel a sense of calm and composure, even though my insides were doing

my notecards, each one filled with talking points and facts that I wanted to cover during the interview. I knew that Carl Plunk was notorious for throwing curveball questions, and I wanted to be as

a last glance in the mirror, I picked up my bag and headed

navigated the streets,

and headed inside. The reception.

with the receptionist, who directed me to the waiting area outside the interview room. I took a seat, my heart rate increasing with each passing minute. My fingers drummed rhythmically against my notecards, a nervous habit I had

trying to steady my nerves, I heard a voice

to see a fellow guest offering a friendly smile. “Yes,

Carl’s

face. “Hi, Sara. Is Timothy still

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nodded. “They should be done

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my eyes and focused on calming my racing thoughts.. I reminded myself that I had faced

time.

to the interview room opened, and Timothy emerged, his expression a mixture of support and

looked down, wondering what had caught his interest, but then I remembered the intense

muttered, then shook his head. “I mean, you

chin, feeling the warmth reach